Plumbing for imbeciles- part 1
She actually thought Sweets had a point. Not that she would ever tell him. Or maybe she would. She hardly recognized herself these days. So she called all her usual haunts chasing the book. Out of print. Out of stock. Almost out of patience. But Booth needed the book because he needed to feel whole again. And that he would accomplish doing a menial job after reading a book for imbeciles. She went to a used book shop and found it after raking through endless shelves of dusty books for imbeciles and other abandoned books. It took her a whole afternoon for something she could have sent one of her many interns or grad students. But this was Booth. And that was enough said.